Drop the last year into the silent limbo of the past. Let it go, for it was imperfect, and thank God that it can go.

Writing is not an end in itself but life transmuted into radiance.

Good plays drive bad playgoers crazy.

Everyone in daily life carries such a heavy mixed burden on his own conscience that he is reluctant to penalize those who have been caught.

The virtue of the camera is not the power it has to transform the photographer into an artist, but the impulse it gives him to keep on looking.

We tolerate differences of opinion in people who are familiar to us. But differences of opinion in people we do not know sound like heresy or plots.

Life is seldom as unendurable as, to judge by the facts, it logically ought to be.